28th November
Now playing: Tracie Thoms - Let Love Begin
I don't think I even deserve to write a blog today, because I've been rather unproductive, but to be honest I think part of this is due to my usual pre-completion blues. Rather than the rush that a lot of people get from being near to the end of their projects, I get all nostalgic and teary-eyed, and then can't force myself to write. I lose all motivation and have to slug through the end. It's happening again right now, and though I thought I might be finished by today, I think I'll move that date forwards to tomorrow. I have the final chapter to write, and two epilogues (which aren't really that important). I'll do them tomorrow. I promise?
XD
Instead of writing, I spent my evening singing badly and watching videos on YouTube. One, the video of Idina Menzel on This Morning in October, made me laugh too hard. She was talking about her job as a wedding singer before she hit Broadway, and there was one incident where while she was in the middle of singing this guy on the dance floor started having a heart attack. She stopped singing, but her manager urged her on all like "the band never stops playing, don't stop singing! Keep singing!" So, she started singing again and then the bride came up to her and was like "you're so heartless, my uncle is having a heart attack and you're still singing!" and apparently Dee ran straight over to the buffet and started just stuffing her face with eclairs. XD I found that hilarious in itself, but then one of the hosts (I forget his name) was asking her if it happened a lot, if she was like, unlucky and bad things happen to her and whatever, and she said: "What, when I sing do people die?"
I laughed so hard. They also had a discussion about Idina wetting her pants on stage from laughing/singing too hard, and about the time she fell through the trapdoor during Wicked and ended up down A&E with a broken rib dressed in her full Elphaba outfit.
Behehe. That made my day.
Also! The Wicked tickets arrived today! It's such a load off my mind. I CAN'T WAIT. Seriously. I was worried that something might go wrong (mild state of neurosis anybody?) but it's okay. I have all of the tickets, so everything should go smoothly. December 13th! Holy shit! =O
Okay, back on topic. Excerpt (from whatever little I actually wrote):
King nodded. This was getting tedious. I shifted from foot to foot boredly, scanning the four Directors in front of me and then smiling viciously. Queenie glared at me, and Princeton began to quiver, his face contorted with fear. It was a shame really, the fact that I was going to have to kill him, since he had always been so fond of me. I had grown rather attached to the idiot, I have to admit. Perhaps I could be more lenient- No. No, I mustn’t get ahead of myself.
“Darling, can you pass me the bat, please?” I turned over my shoulder and smiled at my brother. He was obviously uncomfortable with being here, even though I had allowed him to wear a mask to hide his identity. I had argued that it wouldn’t matter if they knew who he was, since they were going to be dead soon anyway; the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with the murder in the first place didn’t really help, I guess.
He passed one of the baseball bats to me, sliding it into my hand and then slinking back to the wall where he hunched his shoulders over even further and seemed to disappear into himself. I winked at Antoinette and then sidled over to the table.
“So, shall we get this over with?” I asked. Queenie cringed, but it seemed they had already come to some silence agreement to let me do whatever it was I needed to do. Little did they know that I fully intended to go all the way to death, whether they reacted or not.
They didn’t even put up much of a fight.
Words written today: A lousy 518 words
Word count: 107,551
I don't think I even deserve to write a blog today, because I've been rather unproductive, but to be honest I think part of this is due to my usual pre-completion blues. Rather than the rush that a lot of people get from being near to the end of their projects, I get all nostalgic and teary-eyed, and then can't force myself to write. I lose all motivation and have to slug through the end. It's happening again right now, and though I thought I might be finished by today, I think I'll move that date forwards to tomorrow. I have the final chapter to write, and two epilogues (which aren't really that important). I'll do them tomorrow. I promise?
XD
Instead of writing, I spent my evening singing badly and watching videos on YouTube. One, the video of Idina Menzel on This Morning in October, made me laugh too hard. She was talking about her job as a wedding singer before she hit Broadway, and there was one incident where while she was in the middle of singing this guy on the dance floor started having a heart attack. She stopped singing, but her manager urged her on all like "the band never stops playing, don't stop singing! Keep singing!" So, she started singing again and then the bride came up to her and was like "you're so heartless, my uncle is having a heart attack and you're still singing!" and apparently Dee ran straight over to the buffet and started just stuffing her face with eclairs. XD I found that hilarious in itself, but then one of the hosts (I forget his name) was asking her if it happened a lot, if she was like, unlucky and bad things happen to her and whatever, and she said: "What, when I sing do people die?"
I laughed so hard. They also had a discussion about Idina wetting her pants on stage from laughing/singing too hard, and about the time she fell through the trapdoor during Wicked and ended up down A&E with a broken rib dressed in her full Elphaba outfit.
Behehe. That made my day.
Also! The Wicked tickets arrived today! It's such a load off my mind. I CAN'T WAIT. Seriously. I was worried that something might go wrong (mild state of neurosis anybody?) but it's okay. I have all of the tickets, so everything should go smoothly. December 13th! Holy shit! =O
Okay, back on topic. Excerpt (from whatever little I actually wrote):
King nodded. This was getting tedious. I shifted from foot to foot boredly, scanning the four Directors in front of me and then smiling viciously. Queenie glared at me, and Princeton began to quiver, his face contorted with fear. It was a shame really, the fact that I was going to have to kill him, since he had always been so fond of me. I had grown rather attached to the idiot, I have to admit. Perhaps I could be more lenient- No. No, I mustn’t get ahead of myself.
“Darling, can you pass me the bat, please?” I turned over my shoulder and smiled at my brother. He was obviously uncomfortable with being here, even though I had allowed him to wear a mask to hide his identity. I had argued that it wouldn’t matter if they knew who he was, since they were going to be dead soon anyway; the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with the murder in the first place didn’t really help, I guess.
He passed one of the baseball bats to me, sliding it into my hand and then slinking back to the wall where he hunched his shoulders over even further and seemed to disappear into himself. I winked at Antoinette and then sidled over to the table.
“So, shall we get this over with?” I asked. Queenie cringed, but it seemed they had already come to some silence agreement to let me do whatever it was I needed to do. Little did they know that I fully intended to go all the way to death, whether they reacted or not.
They didn’t even put up much of a fight.
Words written today: A lousy 518 words
Word count: 107,551
posted by Kitty Taylor at 12:31 am
2 Comments:
Ooh so enticing, want to read more!!
Really? =O
People usually say "take it away, do not want" when reading my stuff. XD
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